(Alexander)
I walked out of the café and got into my own car. The streets moved around me, but I didn’t notice. My thoughts were on Sophie, Bryce, and Marcus. The recording in my pocket wasn’t just evidence, it was leverage. Marcus wouldn’t know it until it was too late.
I drove to the police station, staying focused. I didn’t speak to anyone. My team could wait. This needed to be on record, officially, and I wanted it done properly.
I parked in front of the station and stepped inside. The lobby was bright and practical. A young officer looked up as I approached the desk.
“Morning,” I said. “I need to report something. Evidence related to harassment and private investigation. It’s important.”
The officer straightened and gave me a careful glance. “Mr. Knight,” he said, polite but caut
